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Taste of You - Ken x fem!reader - PART FIVE

Smut and story time <3

Warnings: 18+ ONLY / masturbation / jealous Ken / Ken goes for an outing / social alcohol consumption / cuddles and fluff but also smut of course / fingering / oral / p! In v! / possessive Ken / hurt / comfort / rough sex / exhaustion

Today was a day you hadn’t really considered happening, mostly because it wasn’t something you had considered before: Ken didn’t know he could masturbate.

He had followed you into the shower, as you were getting ready for a girls night with some of your classmates, and as usual he decided now was the perfect time to fuck you.

“Ken,” you breathed, the hot water pouring down your chest as Ken pressed your back into his front, kissing and nipping your neck, making you shudder. “You know I love this but I have to focus -“

His little pout-y moan cut you off, something he had learned turned you on and made it harder for you to deny his advances.

“Ken, my love, just masturbate. You’ll survive.”

He paused. “What’s ‘just masturbate?’”

oh.

“You touch yourself, Ken.”

You turned because you were curious to see his face processing this.

“But…why? You’re here.” He grinned, pleased with his deflection, and you giggled as he went back to attacking your neck.

“Because I think it’ll help when I can’t be present every time you’re horny.”

“I”m always horny with you around,” he growled.

“Yes, I’ve come to realize that.” You reached behind you and took his member in your hand and he buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing you, holding you to him, getting lost in you and your touch.

“Touch yourself the way that I touch you.” You turned around in his arms to face him, pumping him softly. He leaned his forehead into yours and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your hand around his cock.

“Ken,” you said, and he opened his eyes. You took one of his hands that had been wrapped around you and closed it around his cock instead.

“Now, touch yourself.” You placed your hand over his and encouraged him to move, and despite every single sexual thing the two of you had done together, this surprisingly turned you on. You watched as he seemed almost fascinated with the idea that he could pleasure himself and that he had never considered it before .

“That’s it,” you encouraged as his thumb neared his tip, and you circled it with your own before taking your hand away so he could do it himself. He gasped a little, playing with how hard squeezed and how fast he moved, and he groaned loudly, thoroughly enjoying himself.

The point of showing him how to handle his own horniness was not helping you get dressed any quicker, however, because he held onto your lower back with his free hand and pushed you back into the shower wall, leaning into you as he explored himself.

“Ken, sweet boy, the point in showing you this is so that I can get ready.”

His eyes shot up to you then and he shook his head. “Want you here,” he breathed, his hand around your back tightening a little in response to a shock of pleasure he felt when he squeezed himself a certain way. “Everything’s always better when you’re here.”

You relented, enjoying the show of the way his body jerked and spasmed, watching the way he discovered he liked touching himself, and you made mental notes so you could touch him similarly later on. His abs flexed the way they always did right before he would climax, and you leaned up to kiss him through his release when you felt both of his hands surround you and get lost in your lips.

You pulled back. “You didn’t finish.”

”Don’t wanna.” He pressed you into the shower wall. “You’ll leave once I cum.”

“Ken -“

“Mmm-mm.” His refusal didn’t surprise you but you had been looking forward to girl’s night for awhile now, and you firmly told him you wanted to get ready.

You had prepared yourself for his pout face so it had the most minimal effect on you that it could, but him pushing his cock in-between your folds told another story.

You internally rolled you eyes, knowing you had to get him off before you could leave, and you lowered yourself down onto your knees and took him into your mouth, sucking hard.

He hadn’t expected this and he gasped loudly, one hand leaning against the shower and the other gripping your hair. Usually he enjoyed you taking control when you blew him, but today he held your head still as he fucked gently into your mouth, reveling in watching you moan against his cock. He wanted to thrust fast and hard but couldn’t conceive of hurting you and forced himself to make his movements slow, your lips red and wet from sucking him, and the sight of you made him orgasm almost immediately.

You stood when he was done, and he took your lips into his and tenderly held you.

“Love you,” he murmured.

“And I you. I have to get out now.”

Ken sighed but released you, and you kissed the tip of his nose as you dried yourself off and finished getting ready.

He sulked around, getting dressed himself, wanting to make you laugh and keep you from getting dressed but knowing you wouldn’t actually enjoy it right now.

Your girlfriends showed up right on time, knocking on the front door, a loud mixture of hello’s and complimenting outfits and it’s-been-too-longs and hugs as everyone came inside and you offered drinks before planning to head out.

Ken stood to himself in the corner, leaning against a doorframe, and both of you friends eyed him, Zoey nodding in his direction.

“You gonna finally introduce me?” She smirked, and your other friend, Amber, shot up an eyebrow at you.

“Damn, y/n, I didn’t know you had secured such a hunk.”

Ken perked up a little, and you encouraged him to come over with a twerk of your head. He smiled widely as he came to stand beside you and your friends fawned over him.

“Girl, you win.”

“How long have you two been together?”

“You’ll have to tell me *everything.*”

“Where’d you find him??”

“I legit would never leave my house if he was in it.”

“I try to make her not leave as much as possible.” Ken’s statement broke through the girls’ tirade, simple as if stating a fact, and they both laughed, immensely entertained.

“Yes, I’ve been working on that,” you said, trying to sound playful.

“Blondie causing you trouble?” Zoey quipped.

“Always,” you replied.

“Y/n, you’re bringing him with us.” Amber said, and it was not a request.

Your eyes widened a bit, not necessarily *against* brining him, but also….Ken at a bar with your friends? I mean, it could be fun…

“No argument. You’re coming.” Amber linked her arm in Ken’s much to his confusion, and pulled him towards the door. “Come on,” she told you and Zoey. “I’m desperate for a drink.”

Ken looked at you, basically asking for permission, and your friends lost it.

“Holy shit, y/n, you have him wrapped around your finger tight.”

Ken wasn’t sure what that meant, but you smiled and nodded at him that he could come, and he smiled back, Amber successfully getting him through the door as you all left.

The bar was only a few blocks away and you all sat down at a tall four-top table. As you ordered your drinks, you realized you had zero idea if Ken had ever even had alcohol.

“I have,” he said proudly. “I’ve had beer.”

“I can’t with you,” Amber grinned at him. “You are something else. I’m obsessed.”

The three of you took turns explaining to Ken how you had known each other since high school, how excited you and Zoey had been to get accepted into the same college, plans for the future -

“So what do you do, Ken?”

“I’m y/n’s boyfriend.”

Oh god, this was a bad idea to bring him. You already felt your face flushing a little, having no idea what all he was about to say but knew it would be something to take you off your guard.

“That’s your profession?” Zoey teased.

Ken nodded, and the girls laughed again.

“Jesus, y/n, you’ve kinda got it made. He’s just a live-in sex doll?”

Ken looked confused again. “I was a doll, but I’m not anymore.”

You shook your head at him.

“What, were you like a stripper or something? Because *that* would be so hot.” Amber set her chin in her hand. “I would pay a lotta money to see that.”

“Tell me how you met y/n,” Zoey started. “Was it something dirty like you went on a double date with other people then ended the night sleeping with each other?”

“I’ve never slept with anyone but y/n.”

“Ken, no, no no no,” you whispered, but it was too late. Your friends were overjoyed with this information.

“Wait WHAT.”

“HOW?”

“Are you like, bad at it?”

“No, she likes it a lot,” Ken grinned, and you buried your face in your hands. You weren’t that embarrassed, you have known these girls for ages and you all knew literally everything about each other, but it didn’t make this conversation any less cringe.

“I BET she does.” Amber took a long sip of her drink. “If you ever wanna lend him out, y/n, I call dibs.”

Ken cocked his head at that statement, and then Zoey got tickled.

“Talking about virginity, remember how I accidentally stumbled in on you when you lost yours?”

You still hid your face behind your hands but smiled and laughed along with them, then folded your arms on the table and set your forehead against them.

“That was *hilarious.*” You said once you raised your head. You got caught up in the moment with your friends, not noticing how Ken was looking back a forth between you and Zoey, and Zoey continued.

“Oh my god, Ken, I have to tell you. So our first college semester, we shared a dorm, right? And I had told y/n I would be gone for the weekend, camping trip with some buds. Turns out it started storming, and so we called it quits. I didn’t let her know I was coming back, like, why would I? And I stumble into the dorm, like, soaking wet, right? And she’s being fucked by this dude who clearly actually had no idea what he’s doing because his hips are like, stuttering, and y/n is laying there with a dumbfounded look on her face. The guy - what was his name? I think he was studying jazz or some shit - he turns and falls off the bed in the most ungraceful way, and y/n and I are *dying* laughing.”

Ken’s face had changed from curious to slowly becoming almost expressionless, but you saw in your peripheral how his eyes hardened, but remaining politely quiet as Zoey finished the story.

“I was like, oh dude, sorry, don’t mind me, and I grabbed some dry clothes and got out fast to go shower.”

“I was honestly sooo thankful you showed up,” you replied, trying to lighten Ken’s mood, but it didn’t work.

“She literally couldn’t stop laughing and *thanked* me when I came back. She was like, ‘oh my god, I thought that would never end.’”

Ken’s hand settled on your leg, firm but not necessarily squeezing, and his body posture remained rigid, but he nodded once Zoey finished her story.

Amber, always intuitive, picked up on Ken’s discomfort. “Dude, relax. Don’t be jealous of a skimpy white kid from a year ago that barely knew what a vagina was.”

“Now Dave, that was a guy you’d need to be jealous of,” Zoey quipped

You kicked her under the table and cursed at her under your breath. You honestly were impressed by Ken’s current ability to maintain calm, because you knew he was *not* happy on the inside.

“That was ages ago -“

“It was my fault. He was in my study group first year of college and I might have told him about y/n’s virginity experience and he took it on himself to remedy that incident.”

“For weeekkss,” Amber groaned. “We all went on a trio couples trip and it was awful. Those two never slept, I swear. SO loud.”

You looked at Ken and smiled, squeezing his hand still on your leg, trying to calm the storm. “You know I like you best, right?”

He glanced at you, and you traced your fingers over his hand. “You’re my favorite.”

He smiled a little at that, and you kissed his shoulder before standing up. “I’m getting us another round at the bar, the waiter is taking too long. Who wants seconds?”

Your friends told you what they wanted and you walked to the bar, Ken watching you like a hawk as you leaned against it, the bartender preparing your order. He was mesmerized by how good you looked, the way your jeans hugged you ass and hips, the way your waits curved down into the waistband -

“Ken, tell me about yourself,” Zoey said.

“I, uh well I -“ Ken’s thoughts were difficult to manage as he watched a broad man walk up to the bar where you stood, leaning against it to copy you, and standing ridiculously too close when the bar had plenty of room for him to stand farther away.

Zoey and Amber saw how distracted he was and turned to meet where he was looking, and Zoey rolled her eyes.

“Ignore it,” she said. “Y/n is legit obsessed with you. She doesn’t keep people around unless she is.”

“It’s not *her* I’m worried about,” Ken said, and Amber nodded.

“Fair enough,” she agreed, stirring the last bit of her drink before downing it.

The man leaned closer to you, his shoulder now touching yours, and Ken watched as you looked up at him before stepping aside to create distance between the two of you. The man clearly wasn’t in the mood to be easily turned down and he moved closer again, saying something to you with a smirk. Ken couldn’t make out what he said, he just knew that he hated it.

You shook your head at him, noticeably irritated by the way your shoulders tightened, and you called to the bartender, asking when your drinks would be ready.

The man reached his hand down and squeezed you ass, but before you could turn to yell at him, Ken’s hand was on his wrist, squeezing hard, and his gaze looked like it could kill.

The man jumped, glaring at Ken.

“Hey man, I was here first,” he said, trying to pull his hand away, but Ken kept a firm grip, and the man looked startled. “Hey, let me go. It’s all in good fun.”

“You are not allowed to have fun with her.” You had never seen Ken sneer, but he was damn close to it right now.

“Goddamn, man, okay! Just let me go, I’ll leave her alone.”

Ken’s eyes bore daggers at the man as he released his grip, and the guy raised his hands in an exaggerated surrender as he backed away.

“Don’t let your girl outta sight if you don’t wanna share,” he tossed back a final dig then turned and walked away quickly to join his buddies on the other side of the bar, you grasping Ken’s arm tightly to keep him from going after him.

“Ken, it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay.”

“I mean, yeah, it isn’t okay, but it’s not worth getting into a fight over.”

Ken kept his eyes on the guy as if waiting for him to make another move.

“Ken,” you soothed, petting his arm, “it’s alright. Let’s go back to the table.”

“You can go back. I’ll wait for your drinks.”

You nodded then and went back to join your friends who had enjoyed the entire incident that had played out.

“Jesus, y/n, you never have to worry about anyone fucking with you again,” Amber sighed. “Lucky fucking duck.”

“So are you two, like, serious?” Zoey asked, leaning forward and lowering her voice so the conversation remained between the three of you.

“I…guess so?” You paused. “I haven’t really thought about it.”

“I mean, he’s living with you, he apparently sees you as his one and only. You haven’t talked about it?”

You shook your head, quiet. “I guess I have thought about what the future could hold, what the two of us mean together, but…I haven’t thought about it very deeply. I guess I’m just kind of enjoying it all right now.”

Amber nodded. “You fucking deserve it after the-dick-who-shall-not-be-named-ever-unless-it’s-to-announce-his-death.”

“Yeah.” Your voice grew soft, your brain filling with memories.

”Oh, nope, we’re not going there now,” Zoey interrupted your thoughts. “Tonight is fun night.”

“Can I just ask one more question? Please tell me he’s fucking huge. I don’t think I can comprehend him any other way. Reality just can’t work like that.” Amber’s voice was loud enough to carry to where Ken could hear her.

He hadn’t really considered *that* before, he hadn’t considered it a thing someone thought about. But his ears stayed sharp to listen to your answer, and he watched out of the corner of his eye as you smiled and nodded enthusiastically, and your friends grinned back.

“Niiiicccee,” Amber congratulated.

Ken internally puffed up a little, happy with your answer, and the bartender finally brought him the drinks.

The rest of the evening was uneventful compared to how it had begun, and your friends walked back to your condo with you since it was on the way to where Zoey had parked her car. Hugs and well-wishes were shared, and Amber winked at Ken before she and Zoey two of them headed off for the night.

You unlocked the front door and Ken basically pulled you inside, slamming it behind you, pressing you up against it.

Oh, god.

“Ken….”

He was angry, and it really took you by surprise. He didn’t say anything for awhile but he didn’t need to, his body and face saying all they needed to. He boxed you in with his hands against the door by your head but not touching you, just staring down at the ground, his chest puffed out, his shoulders tense, working to control his breathing. You swore if he looked at you right now his eyes would be more fire than blue.

“Ken?” You said softly after awhile, reaching up to touch his face the way he liked. He made a tiny little throaty groan at the soft contact but still didn’t move.

“Baby?” You whispered. “Are you…alright?”

Finally he gaze focused on you, and the anger had faded just enough to where he looked…was it sad? Confused? No…hurt.

“I don’t like other people touching you.” His voice was soft but gruff, like he had to work hard to get the words out.

“I understand. It wasn’t that bad -“

“I don’t like,” He took your waist in his hands now and pressed his hips into yours, his cock already hardening, "That someone touched you like this before me."

You cocked your head softly, thumb caressing his cheekbone. "But you already knew that had happened. You knew I had had sex before you, right?" You realized maybe he didn't actually know, it wasn't like you had talked about it.

He groaned again, working through the emotions raging though him. "I mean, I guess I knew. I hadn't really thought about it. I just hate being hit with the reality of it."

"Ohh." You nodded and remained still in his arms, allowing him time to process what he needed. You placed your hands on his chest and he took a deep breath, he always liked when you touched him there.

"I'm here now, though," you soothed. "With you. That's all that matters, right?"

He gripped your waist tighter, leaning his forehead down onto yours.

"I understand that you're jealous, but there's no need to be. I only want you now, okay? Everything's okay."

"What if you leave me?" His voice was so small, almost sounding like he would cry.

His question left you feeling sick. Your stomach turned and your chest hurt really badly now. You didn't know how to respond, but you needed to say something fast. "I don't plan on that happening."

He looked at you, leaning in for a kiss, but something was holding him back. His heart beat loudly, his eyes still hurt and now looking kind of scared. "You don't get to leave me." His words were a plea, not a demand.

You nodded. "Okay, Ken."

"You promise?"

Fuck, of course this was happening. It's the usual first-love shit: the anxiety and the way you've never felt like this ever in your life and the uncertainty of it all. But you also currently had no plans for your life without him, even if your future goals hadn't been solidified in your mind yet. You weren't sure if you should tell him a sweet lie or…

"I can only promise how I feel right now, and right now I want to be with you. I love you very much, Ken."

His eyes hardened the slightest bit where if you hadn't been staring in them, you would have missed it.

He pushed you into the door, almost as if the pressure would make you suddenly commit. "I asked you to promise."

You felt like you would cry but held your voice firm. "I said what I said -"

His hand flew to the wall, not loudly, but firmly held himself against it as he leaned closer into you, his eyes blazing now. You almost squeaked, suddenly overwhelmed and not sure where this was going.

"I NEED you to promise."

"Ken, I -"

You were cut off, his hand wrapping roughly in your hair, pulling your head back and his lips smashed into you in a heated, angry kiss. You whimpered, not having experienced this emotionally intensive side of him before, but before you could compute anything more he pulled back, his lips still touching yours.

"Y/n."

"Ken."

"Need you."

"Then take me." The words you just spoke washed over you after you had said them, and Ken greedily pulled you into him, shoving his lips into yours again, biting your lower lip hard enough to where you yelped a little from surprise.

"Mine," he growled, and your entire body shivered as he leaned down to pick you up, hauling you over his shoulder and briskly making his way to the bedroom.

"Fucking hell, Ken," you breathed as he tossed you onto the bed. He looked an exact mixture of hurt and angry as hell, and you were trying to process how to calm him down when he walked into the bathroom, removing the mirror from over the sink, and placing it firmly on the small ottoman that sat next to the bed, the mirror at a perfect height for you to see yourself.

He climbed on top of you, hungrily sucking at your neck and newly exposed skin as he began roughly tearing your clothes off as you writhed underneath him, pleading with him to try and breathe.

Finally having removed your clothes, he tore his shirt off and began roaming his hands and lips all over your body again, squeezing and nipping a little more harshly than usual.

"Ken, baby, breathe, please," you encouraged, but began having less and less of a desire to calm him down as your body reacted in the most pleasurable ways to his current consumption of you. You were sure he had marked you at least a dozen times in various places by the time he found his way back to your lips and sucked and licked them until he pulled back, the two of you panting and staring into each other's eyes.

"I'm only your Ken," he said.

"I know."

"And you're my y/n."

"Yes, Ken."

"Promise?" His fingers tangled in your hair again possessively.

"Yes, Ken."

Your tone didn't match the tone he was used to when you said something with certainty, and he fisted into your hair now. You whimpered as he tugged lightly, feeling yourself becoming wet.

"Ken, let's just fuck, okay? I'll make you feel good. Tell me what you want, I'll do it."

"Yes, you will do what I want." His tone sent a shudder from your stomach to your groin, and you tensed.

"Ken -"

He pulled you up quickly, turning you around to face the mirror, forcing you into a sitting position, pressing your back against himself as he hooked his ankles underneath your legs, forcing them open wide and holding them hostage. You gasped and he wrapped his arms around you tightly, forcing you to look at your naked form in the mirror. You closed your eyes, feeling overwhelmed, feeling so incredibly naked and vulnerable. You had seen yourself naked of course but…never like this. Never this…vulgar and -

"Open your eyes." Ken was not asking this time.

Your head leaned back onto his shoulder. "Please don't, Ken -"

"Why?"

"It's so….I haven't seen myself like this before."

"Then it's time that you do, that you get to see everything that I do, especially as I do things to you."

You shook your head. "Not this time, Ken. I'll do anything but this."

The change in Ken's energy and tone shifted so suddenly that it took you off guard. "Please look." He kissed your neck softly, licking around the hickey he had already left there earlier. "I want you to see, please."

"Why?"

"You'll see. Please trust me."

You groaned in frustration, knowing he had won. You opened your eyes and raised your head, taking in the full view of yourself, the way Ken held you and wrapped around you.

You watched as he kissed down your neck, one hand holding you close to him around your waist and his other taking one of your breasts and massaging it gently, taking time to rub and pinch your nipple. You moaned and closed your eye to enjoy the sensation.

"Mmm-mmm," Ken cooed in your ear. "You have to keep watching."

You did as you were told. Ken leaned you back a bit to his side, holding you with his arm wrapped around your waist still and his other hand fisting again in your hair.

"Don't stop watching." He took your nipple in his mouth and sucked, and your body jerked a little as you whimpered. You tried to watch as best as you could but between watching Ken pleasure you like you were watching a porno and seeing how his eyes shone back at you in the mirror, you closed your eyes again, and he stopped pleasuring you.

"You're not listening very well tonight," He said, lifting you back up and pressing you into him in the seated position again, never having let your legs move.

"Do you want me to edge you all night?"

Your eyes shot open at this. "Wha, what?"

"For hours." He knew he had your attention but he kept a good poker face. "I won't let you cum for at least two hours. I won't stop pleasuring you, making you almost cum."

"Why?" you moaned, suddenly trying to move but without success.

"Because I need my girl to do as I say." His voice sounded dangerous, lowering down to almost a whisper. "You promised you'd do anything."

You were trapped. "Fine." You relented in a single word.

"Promise?"

"Yes."

He stared at you in the mirror, his arms tightening around you again. "You need to keep this promise."

You gulped. "I will."

"Don't look away again."

You nodded and your hands held onto his arms tightly as he placed soft kisses down your neck again, watching you to make sure you did as you said you would. One hand traveled down your stomach slowly, and you tensed as he used his fingers to open your vulva lips wide.

He moaned breathily into your ear and your body broke out into goosebumps.

"Do you see how beautiful you are?" he purred, voice sounding drunk just by looking at you. "So, so gorgeous. Already so fucking wet for me."

You moaned and shimmied a bit against him as if trying to push yourself away from the mirror, which of course only pushed you farther into his body as his other hand smoothed over your clit and the visual was personally overwhelming, watching yourself being pleasured.

'Ken -" you gasped, wanting to protest but knowing it was no use, so you used the moment to try and exhale some of the tension inside you.

Ken groaned hearing his name in such a high pitch, and you made the prettiest noise as he easily pushed two fingers into your opening, and if you had the ability to move your hips would have bucked upward.

"That's it, watch the way you react to my touch." He dipped his fingers in again before pulling them out and rubbing your wetness around your opening and up to your clit, circling it again. He moved his fingers down again and thrust them into your opening a little harder, and your head fell back as you moaned, but you kept your promise and kept your eyes open.

"mmmmm," he sounded pleased. "I have such a good girl."

He encouraged you to pull your head up again by nudging the back of it with his shoulder, and as soon as you did he began pumping his fingers in and out of you, and you cried out as he hit your special spot and focused solely on that, intentionally forcing your pleasure to come faster than usual.

"Do you see yourself?" His voice made you dizzy. "Only my girl would be so good for me. Only my girl would react this way to how I touched her."

"Yes, Ken," you breathed, the muscles in your lower stomach tightening.

"And you're going to watch what I do to do, how good I make you feel, how no one better dare touch you like this again."

"Yes, Ken," you repeated, your orgasm about to take over.

Ken held your chin up as you came, making sure you wouldn't look away as your body jerked and your spasmed around his fingers for what felt like an eternity. He remained quiet through your climax, making sure you could hear how you sounded because of him, and when you were finished and panting, you watched as he pulled his fingers out, wet, and circling your opening, a bright pink.

"Do you see how incredible you are?" he whispered, and you forced yourself to nod.

"Thank you, Ken," you breathed, hoping he would let you go now. The alcohol from earlier had made you sleepy before you got home, and now you were definitely exhausted. You looked up at him, placing a kiss on his jaw. He smiled warmly and kissed your lips, his wet fingers grazing the side of you face.

"You wanna get ready for bed now?"

Ken smiled as if holding back a laugh. "Y/n, I'm nowhere near finished."

Oh, god. "Ken, my love, I'm yours, okay? Everything is fine."

"I don't believe that you truly believe that yet."

"I do," you whimpered as he finally released your legs.

"I just need to make sure of that." He flipped you onto your back now, your profile facing the mirror. He held your legs down onto the bed, open for him once again, and made sure your side view still gave you a full visual of your body.

Watching his tongue trace from your opening up to your clit sent you into shivers, suddenly mesmerized by watching him touch you, your hands going straight for his hair and twisting in it tightly.

Ken moaned his agreement with your grip on him and lowered his lips onto your clit, licking and sucking gently, making sure he wasn't going too rough so it would be easier for you to keep your eyes open. He did have a moment where his chest filled with that deep warmth that happened when he felt the most affectionate towards you, when he could only process how amazing he felt just to be near you and how much he loved you, and he allowed you a moment to just relax into the pleasure of how his mouth made you feel, not chiding you when your eyes closed gently for a moment to bask in how he made you feel.

Your body was angelic to him, your hips bucking the tiniest bit up into his mouth, and he moaned into you, which made you shudder again.

“You’re mine,” he said softly, pausing his actions only for a moment before delving back in, watching your face closely.

You moaned your affirmative, too lost in how he was making you feel to really listen.

His hand reached up and grasped one of your breasts and you smiled a little. “Baby, watch me, please.”

You obeyed, opening your dazed eyes and taking in the sight of his tongue dipping into you while holding your breast, and you felt yourself going dizzy again, but in the most heavenly way.

“No one touches me like you do,” you mumbled between breaths.

“I know,” Ken said, mouth still buried in your folds. He gently pushed three fingers into you and your back arched, Ken pulling his head up to watch you for another moment before pulling his fingers back out.

You reached for his hand and he gave it to you as you sucked on his fingers, and his face had that absolutely obsessive look it got when he became extremely horny. He pulled you into a sitting position in front of you and embraced you, holding you close to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You hummed and petted him, kissing his hair and enjoying your moment of relaxation before he stated up again - you KNEW he would start up again.

”Are you okay, my Ken?”

He shrugged a little, his body morphing into yours a little more.

“Whatever you’re feeling is normal,” you soothed. He nodded a little, face still in your shoulder. He looked at you, eyes shining, forehead furrowed a little.

“You won’t ever leave me for someone else?” He asked.

UGH. You knew that this was what this entire evening had been about but…

“Ken. I can’t predict what will happen.”

His eyes looked so sad you hated yourself.

“Would it be because you no longer loved me?”

You cupped his face. “I love you now. I don’t plan on that changing.”

He frowned. “What did Dave do that was so special?”

“No, Ken. That doesn’t matter.”

“What did he do?” You couldn’t remember Ken looking so insecure before, and it was honestly surprising you how much he couldn’t let this go.

“Baby, baby,” you pleaded, trying to take control, straddling him on your knees so you were at face-level with him, hands in his hair. “He was nothing. He is nothing to me. I only want you. Please.”

“Did he touch you like I do?” Ken’s hands traveled up and down your back, coming to rest on your ass.

“No one has ever touched me like you do,” you promised, staring at him firmly so there’s no way he couldn’t believe your message.

“No one will ever touch you like I do.”

“I can promise you that is incredibly true.”

“No one else will ever touch you.”

“Okay, Ken.”

“Promise me.”

Fuck it, fine. “I promise.”

His eyebrows raised a little. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“You swear you’ll never let another man touch you the way I do?”

“I said I promise, Ken.”

He set his jaw, still aware of the little bit of flippant tone underneath your words. “You’re going to prove it to me, then.”

“Ken!” You yelped as he picked you up off of him and tossed you back onto the bed, turning you onto your stomach to face the mirror. He grabbed a pillow and propped it underneath your hips so your ass was raised a little higher than the rest of you, and you watched as he took off his belt and jeans quickly, tossing them onto the floor.

His jaw set tightly, he nudged himself between your legs, rubbing his cock along your ass.

“Am I big enough for you?”

“Fuck, Ken.”

“Hmmm?” He ground his hips into you harder, his gaze hardening at you in the mirror, and my god you were so ready for him to take you now, him hovering over you and looking ready to consume you. “Answer me.”

“You’re huge, Ken.”

He gently wrapped his hand around your throat, forcing you to look ahead so he could stare at you in the mirror. “Don’t lie to me.”

You felt yourself becoming more wet than before. “Never, Ken.” You made your voice quiver a little, and that seemed to be the thing that sent him over the edge.

He sat up on his knees and pressed your chest into the bed, making your ass stick up higher, then took both of his hands and opened your cheeks, keeping an eye on your face the entire time. You gripped onto the covers, ready for whatever he had planned, and he sunk into you in a single thrust.

You thought you had been ready for him but this new angle hit everything just the tiniest bit different, him settling in a bit deeper than what you were used to, and you felt your breath get knocked out of you.

Ken groaned in immense pleasure, not expecting how deep and tight you would be from this angle, and he took a split second to revel in the sensation before pulling out and thrusting back in again.

Your body was already shaking from how intense it was, and you tried your hardest to keep looking at your reflection like he wanted but your head kept drooping, trying to hold onto the covers as Ken plowed into you.

“Look at the way I fuck you,” he commanded, and you forced your head back up to watch as his cock buried itself deeply into you over and over and over again, and you sobbed between the sensation and the visual, trying to retain your sanity.

Ken sped up a little as he leaned himself over you, molding into your body as he snaked an arm underneath to hold you around your waist, his other hand wrapping in your hair to hold your head up, facing the mirror. This made you feel even more turned on and it blew your mind that that was even possible.

Having less ability to pull all the way out from this angle, instead he began rocking his hips into you more instead of his usual thrusts, and it felt like his cock was forcing itself into areas you had never felt before. It was becoming hard to breathe, and you choked out another sob as Ken sunk his teeth into your shoulder.

“So good, Ken.” Your strangled moans made him feel like a god, and at those words he moaned loudly in your ear, losing his agenda to “force” yourself to commit to him forever and instead melting, wanting to just be surrounded by you as much as possible.

He let your hair go, folding his arm underneath your head so your cheek had something to rest on.

“Mine. Mine. Mine.” He shuddered in your ear in time with his thrusts, his words becoming a dizzying mantra mixed with the way his cock was fucking into you. You felt yourself becoming limp and Ken felt it as your body did so, continuing his thrusts but staying aware of how you were doing so he wouldn’t push it too far.

“Yours,” you barely whispered, in such a daze you felt like you were going to fade any moment.

Ken’s heart swelled and he paused his thrusts, remaining in the same position on you but brushing your hair out of your face that had clung to you because of your sweat.

“Y/n,” he whispered, making sure you were still with him. You made a small whimper and he pulled out of you then and gently turned you onto your back as you moaned, resting his body on top of yours again but cradling your lolling head in his folded arms underneath you, kissing you softly.

“Y/n,” he moaned, gently sucking on your neck and when you murmured a little, he kissed your jaw, watching as your eyes fluttered open.

“My love,” he purred, nuzzling his nose into your shoulder.

“Ken.” His name sounded slurred coming from your lips, and your mangled cry echoed in his ears as he sunk his cock back into you, your hips still propped up on the pillow but hitting you from a new angle now. You inhaled sharply, back arching as much as it could, and your nails scratched into his arms.

“Love you,” Ken whispered, his breath hot in your ear as he picked up the pace again, cradling your head as you moaned and cried out every time he bottomed out, and your legs began to shake almost violently.

“Wrap them around me,” Ken told you, and you somehow managed to do as he said, your ankles fastening themselves around his waist.

“Hold on, I’ve got you.”

His thrusts slowed but became harder, your bodies jerking together, and the way you gripped and spasmed around him, he knew you were close to your release.

Ken sunk his teeth into your shoulder to manage himself from not cumming first, and he took one of his arms from underneath your head to reach between your bodies and circle your clit with his finger.

“I’ll never let you leave me,” he choked out into your ear as you came screaming his name, clenching all around him and trembling as he immediately followed, crying out in your ear in the most intense pleasure he could remember feeling.

You both lay wrapped around each other, sweaty and trembling, and Ken mustered the energy to kiss you, then slowly began unwinding his body from yours and picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom. He had a hot shower going in no time and snuggled you into him as you both sat on the tile floor.

His nose nuzzled into your ear as your body warmed up, your head leaning back on his shoulder to look up at him.

“Kiss me,” you said, and Ken’s eyes melted as he buried his lips into yours.

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